Confessions of a Clay Pot

My husband has mastered small talk. He can strike up a conversation and hold his own, no matter how awkward the circumstances. To his usual ...

For so many of us, our annual Christmas mailing is the only real world contact we make with one another. And, of course, we don’t want to co...

Anyone who knew me in 7th grade, when I couldn’t figure out how to pinch-roll my jeans and styling products were still a complete mystery to...

I loved Jimmy Kimmel’s “National UnFriend Day (NUD).” Go out to your list of friends, and drop anyone who you don’t actually know. I say, be...

When we were first married, we were charmed by brick dollhouses and a K-2 neighborhood school. We bought an adorable little two-bedroom hous...

I hate to inconvenience everyone’s jolly consumerism and tireless decorating, or foist my religious traditions on your secular holiday, but ...

Parenthood has a way of numbing you to body fluids. From runny noses to midnight vomit, offspring will share with no sense of propriety. Eve...

I didn’t care about gender when I argued for a bigger family. I just knew I wanted more kids. But heading into our ultrasound last week, I w...

As the holidays are approaching, my husband and I are once again confronted with the challenge of gift-giving. It starts early, when you hav...

I love the line in Goonies , where Data says he’s moving to Detroit, and Mouth informs him that it’s the murder capitol. That movie was made...

A friend of mine refers to parenthood as “the guilt that keeps giving.” Generally, I try not to live that way; accepting that I have good an...

Although I would have to have my head in a hole not to know that on Day 69, the last one was brought to the surface, the tunnel was capped, ...

My husband and I went to Bennigan’s for lunch this week and both of us were enticed by the “Day-After-Thanksgiving” sandwich. It’s embarrass...

I posted a picture this week so my friends and family could see the way my younger daughter’s advancing age has ravaged her teeth. I’m not s...

I hate whiners. The incessant chorus of complaining drives me nuts on so many levels. First of all, what’s the point in complaining? Don’t w...

When my loved ones act shocked that I landed such a smart, good looking, and put-together guy, I get a little insulted sometimes. Of course,...

What would possess a man who claims to follow Jesus Christ to incite anger and promote hatred, despite the opposition of fellow clergy, and ...

Insight 2009 - we won! Understand me, I am pleased as pleased can be to be a woman. I've never had a moment's envy for men in th...

To see more of that I'm talking about: State Fair Fashion Did you notice they cleaned up the midway at the Iowa State Fair? They wi...

I thought Meet-the-Teacher was to accommodate weary children who needed the reassurance of seeing their desk and locker ahead of time, in or...